Amid his shock, a powerful fear rose in his heart.
"Y-you, how did you…"
Woo Manyeo lightly waved the finger he had extended and pointed toward the bench beside him.
The man, unable to resist, was forced to follow the direction of Woo Manyeo's finger, stumbling into the bench and being made to sit down, like a puppet controlled by a single finger.
"Just like I said. A demon." Woo Manyeo put his sunglasses back on. "I did not intend to be this rude to a client. But this is the only way to make you believe that what I am saying is real."
He snapped his fingers and the man's phone flew straight out of his pocket into Woo Manyeo's hand.
"And also… Luka, right? I am really pressed for time."
Woo Manyeo saw that the name on the man's social media account was Luka and quickly used his phone to post the steps for summoning a demon across various online forums.
It took Luka quite a while to react.
"Y-you really are a demon? Do not kill me! Please! M-my wife is seriously ill and still needs me to take care of her."
Woo Manyeo's fingers moved rapidly across the screen and posting as many messages online as possible.
"Mm, I will not kill you. I am a proper businessman. So, do you want to make a deal? Your wife can be restored to how she was before, as if she had never been ill."
Luka fell silent for a long time and staring blankly at the legendary demon who was frantically playing with his phone as if addicted to social media.
After snapping out of his mental stupor, Luka swallowed his saliva, his voice somewhat hoarse. "There must be a price, right? Making a deal with a demon…"
"Of course. Ten years later, we will take your soul. If you feel that is a loss, you can also ask for some financial compensation. I am not like other demons. I am truly generous and trustworthy."
After all, it was not his money being spent.
"Ten years… ten years…" Luka muttered to himself. After a moment, he suddenly flew into a rage. "I will not make a deal with you! You are a devil! I will never make a deal with a devil! And I absolutely will not sell my soul!"
After sending the final message, Woo Manyeo locked the screen.
"Why not just admit that you are unwilling to sacrifice your own lifespan and soul for your wife?"
As if his sore spot had been struck, Luka became even angrier. "No! I am not! I just do not want to sell my soul to a devil! Besides… what right do you have to morally pressure me? What right do you have to make me sacrifice myself!"
"I never asked you to sacrifice yourself. I only said you should admit the real reason you do not want to make the deal. Like me, I would never sacrifice myself for someone else, and that is completely normal. Using rage to cover up your true thoughts, then making excuses about not selling your soul… if the one who was sick were you, you would not care about any soul or not."